Delilah's Summer of Sex Part 2

When Delilah awoke the next morning, her pussy was still wet and juicy. Oh, what a night. She climbed from bed and stretched her naked body then went into the bathroom to turn on the shower. Delilah stepped under the hot spray of water, letting the water run down her body. She soaped her round tits, paying close attention to her stiff nipples, and smiled, remembering how she’d trembled as she walked into the kitchen to join Mr. and Mrs. D. “Come here dear,” Mrs D had said, holding out a hand. Delilah let the older woman pull her to stand between the couple. She could feel Mrs. D’s breasts pushing into her back behind her and at her belly, Mr. D’s cock was coming back to attention. Knowing how hard he had just pumped Mrs D, Delilah marvelled at his quick readiness. Mrs. D reached around Delilah’s body to cup the younger girl’s tits. “Doesn’t she have a yummy bod?” Mr. D nodded. “I told you.” And he leaned down to tongue Delilah’s nipples. Delilah arched her tits into Mrs. D’s hands, feeling the woman’s caress and the two of them watched Mr. D sucking on her nubs. His quick tongue flickered over her, sending shots of pleasure down to her pussy. Delilah moaned. “Suck her, baby,” Mrs. D hissed and Mr. D pursed his lips to encompass Delilah’s nipples. Delilah could feel Mrs. D’s tits rubbing against her skin and it made her even hotter. Her pussy lips, already swollen, begged to be touched. She reached a hand down to touch herself but Mrs. D released her hands from Delilah’s tits to stop her. She held Delilah’s wrists tightly. Delilah fought her for a moment then bowed to her employer’s will. Mr D bit at her nipples as Mrs. D smiled. “No touching that juicy cunt of yours. That’s my job.” Mrs. D rubbed her palms over Delilah’s back, moving down to cup her ass. Then her hands spread Delilah’s cheeks and plunged into her pussy. Delilah screamed in pleasure. First one then two then three fingers pumped inside her. Mrs. D nodded in approval. “Nice and tight, just the way you like it, honey.” Over her rising and falling tits, Mr. D smiled. Mrs D moved her fingers from inside Delilah’s pussy up to her hot clit. For a moment, Delilah protested but then Mrs. D rolled her button between her fingers. Delilah closed her eyes, giving herself over to waves of pleasure. Her knees buckled and Mr D picked her up and carried her to the big oak kitchen table. He placed her face down. “Up on your hand and knees, dear,” Mrs. D commanded. Thinking of Stan and Joe, Delilah obeyed and was rewarded by a new soaking from her pussy. The older couple stood behind her, their eyes level with her pert bottom. Mr. D began to slap and squeeze Delilah’s ass while Mrs. D fingered her puss. Then Mr. D lowered his head, spread open her ass cheeks and began licking her puckered asshole. Delilah gasped. “That’s right, honey, lick her. Lick her until she begs to be fucked.” Delilah thought to herself that she wanted to start begging now but thought better of it. She loved having her ass juiced by such an expert tongue, loved the feel of Mrs. D’s long fingers inside her cunt. But her mouth disobeyed her and she found herself gasping, “Oh, please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me ’til I scream! Please.” Both Mr and Mrs. D pulled back. Delilah waited but nothing happened. She peered over her shoulder at them. Mrs. D’s tits were heaving, Mr D’s cock was stiff but they were smiling. “I didn’t think she begged hard enough, dear, do you?” Mr D shook his head in agreement. “Oh, Jesus,” Delilah said and reached down to touch herself. Before she could, Mrs. D slapped her ass with a stinging spank. “Bad girl. Didn’t I say no touching your juicy pussy? Now get down on your knees and beg like a good girl.” Delilah scrambled down from the table and knelt before them. “Oh, please fuck me. Please. I’ll do anything you ask. You can fuck any hole you want to. Tie me up if you’d like. Spank me harder. But please, please fuck me.” Mrs. D nodded. “Good. We’ll start by fucking that pretty mouth of yours.” Delilah’s mouth immediately watered and she found herself opening her mouth wide, ready. Mr D plunged his thick cock into her mouth and Delilah sucked him in. Mrs. D stood behind her husband, fingering his asshole, watching over his shoulder. Delilah sucked, rolling her tongue around the head of his cock, and heard Mrs. D cluck her tongue in disapproval. “You’re sucking, not being fucked.” Delilah stopped sucking and opened her throat. Mr D grinned, “thatta girl.” And began pumping his cock into her mouth and down her throat. He grabbed onto Delilah’s hair for leverage and fucked her sweet lips. Delilah was deliriously happy, drunk on his cock, and could only try to take him in deeper as she watched her lipstick leave streaks of red on his pistoning cock. It seemed to last a lifetime and then Mr. D moaned. Delilah felt the first warm shoot of cum on her tongue and then Mr. D pulled out, shooting the hot mixture over her lips, her face and down on to her tits. “Oh, God, thank you,” Delilah gasped and licked her lips. Mr D pushed Mrs D down to her knees and Mrs D immediately began sucking and licking the cum from Delilah’s tits, paying special attention to her desperately stiff nipples. “That’s right, baby, lick it up,” Mr D encouraged. When Mrs D finished, she stood and Mr. D gave her a long kiss of approval. Delilah was still down on the floor and her puss was still not fucked. She wanted to touch herself so badly. Oh please, she thought, please let it be my turn. But Mrs. D was leaning down, using her tits to wipe the rest of the cum from Delilah’s face. Knowing what was expected her, Delilah followed the tits with her tongue, licking and sucking them as hard as she could, reaching around to cup Mrs. D’s ass in her hands. When the woman’s orbs were clean, Delilah kept sucking and used her fingers to probe Mrs. D’s wet cunt lips, fingering the woman’s clit. Mr D bent down and, despite Mrs. D and Delilah’s protests, pulled the two women apart. “Not yet. I’d like to join you and I need a little help.” Immediately the two women fell on his softened cock, their tongues meeting as they ministered to him. Delilah sucked on the head of his cock, loving the feel of it on her tongue, and Mrs. D took some time to take his balls in her mouth. In a moment, he was hard and panting. “Show us your hot pussy box, dear.” And Delilah lay back, spreading her thighs wide to show the couple her juicy sweetness. Mrs. D leaned down and lapped at her cunt just once. She looked up at her husband, juices running down her chin. “She tastes sooo good.” And she bent down again, licking and sucking Delilah’s clit, running her tongue all over her and using her big tits to rub into Delilah’s pussy, until Delilah thought she would scream. Just before Delilah came, Mrs. D pulled back. “No,” Delilah gasped, “not yet.” Mrs D frowned. “Didn’t I tell you not to be a bad girl? I’m going to have to spank that bottom again.” Delilah hurried to turn over on all fours, offering her ass up to Mrs. D. Mrs. D spanked her ass hard and, with each sweet blow, Delilah felt her pussy contract and her juices run. It felt so good. Mr D watched, stroking his cock and, when Deliliah’s ass was red and hot, he nodded. “I think she’s learned her lesson. Haven’t you?” Delilah nodded. Her thighs were soaked with her pussy juice and she was panting in anticipation. Mr and Mrs D were worlds better than Stan and Joe; they seemed to know just what she needed. “Stand up and bend over the table.” Delilah scurried to her feet and leaned over the table, feeling her nipples press into the thick oak. Mrs D knelt between her legs and spreading open Delilah’s pussy, guided the head of Mr. D’s cock into the opening. Delilah gasped with joy. And when Mr D rammed his cock into her juicy cunt up to the hilt, she felt tears of happiness on her cheeks. Mr. D pumped into her hot box and then Mrs D tilted her head up and began sucking Delilah’s clit, her head bobbing back in time with her husband’s thrusts. Delilah’s nipples rubbed against the oak, sending extra jolts of pleasure
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rough her body. “Oh, fuck my hole. Lick my pussy. Fuck me, lick me,” she found herself screaming. She’d never talked like this before today but she didn’t care. Mr. D was fucking her wet cunt and Mrs. D was clamped tight on her clit and her nipples were grinding against the wood and Delilah was happier than she’d ever been. As Mr. D slammed into her then pulled out and then slammed into her again, as Mrs D began to gently bite her clit, Delilah screamed in ecstasy. Finally, she was coming. And coming hard. The water from the shower ran cold, jolting Delilah back to reality. Just thinking about it all made her cunt juicy again. She took the bar of soap and rubbing it over her slick pussy, wondered what the new day would bring…